As per usual, I will be loosely participating in the annual NaNoWriMo this November. I say loosely, because I am a lone participant. It is actually very social - which I have no idea how these people actually win the freaking thing - but I am yet again not going to be going to ANY MEET UPS AT ALL. If a fellow NaNoer were ever to read this blog post, which let's be honest is very unlikely, they would probably tell me that I should make more of an effort to attend at least one meet-up. My response would be ... I would love to. Unfortunately, I have managed to once again isolate myself in no where Arizona without a car. I'm not really sure what goes through my head when I accept these jobs, but somehow it never occurs to me that I do in fact really hate small towns. Jackson, Wyoming has officially spoiled me in that respect. It was a small town with all the charm and beauty, but it had a distinct city feel. There was stuff to do outside of going to bars. There was culture and awesome food, and ready hiking.
As I have no plans to rejoin those who have fallen into the Hole, I am now on a search for somewhere that will inspire me, enfold me, and love me as much as Jackson did but without all the nasty surprise downsides.
I have not been successful so far.
To distract myself from this for the time being I will be whole heartily throwing myself into all that is NaNoWriMo. I have exactly one week from today to come up with a plot line. You would think that I would have no problem with this. I generally have two or three stories repeating in my head until I write them down. The problem with them is that I either really don't like them or they are almost embarrassing in how stereotypical and/or predictable they are.
This presents a major problem.
One week to come up with genius?
I want this to be epic. I want children to study my story in schools when I die.
I want movies to be made from my stories while I live so that I can enjoy the profits.
One week...
I could outline until I come up with something, but as that particular exercise has always felt entirely too much like school work I never get too far in it.
Basically, my plan so far consists of buying a random magazine, opening to a random page, and writing about what ever picture I turn to.
Admittedly, it is not a particularly traditional approach.
Fortunately for me, I do not thrive on tradition.
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